Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.